Whenever it gets to Friday*, my mind starts to wander to the weekend, to our plans, to spending time with the children and my lovely husband.
This week has been busy; non-stop busy, and there I was, on Friday, and dare I say it, but I felt as if I was nearly all caught up?
And so my mind wandered a little more, in this place it found itself, this content place, this grateful place.
It was not even lunchtime and I had a clean house and ironed jeans and dinner was bubbling and smelling rich and enticing in the slow cooker.
To say that I am grateful to my lovely husband is an understatement.
I struggle to articulate just how thankful I am for his presence, which I can never presume to expect.
Yesterday he did the school run for me.
The untold joy that that brings Olivia and Charlie is quite worth it, for him, whilst Lexie and I are then unencumbered by the trip - we remained in our pyjamas and got busy with boring but quite satisfying chores.
He works hard, my lovely husband, for us, for me, for himself.
I know, intellectually, how hard this must be - a family to support, the main breadwinner, the car loans, the reputation, the scope, the stress. But I am not sure I do comprehend emotionally how really tough this is for him at times. When I do catch a glimpse of it, it scares me.
So I tell him how much I love and appreciate all that he is, and just hope he feels it.
I am eternally grateful to him, for the essence that is Andrew, for the man that he is.
And I am also incredibly grateful for the fact that he does the school run...
* I wrote this yesterday. Then Blogger broke. Now we are back, it seems. I am grateful to Blogger too...!
PS This is, as always, my contribution to Maxabella's Saturday Grateful.